Cuatro Nanas Para El Pastorcito

I
The virgin's child
Is feeling sleepy,
And the marshland rocks him,
He needs to sleep,
Let the flute and drum play sweet,
Lullabies for the little shepherd,
With his mother there
In the shade of a green pine,
Dreams of the road
Of carts and brotherhood,
And he also dreams
Of a pair of oxen
To be able to play
As a herder on the trails,
The child is fast asleep.

II
The virgin's child has fallen asleep,
Andalusia rocks him;
He dreams of galloping,
On a colt, the royal stripe,
And among pilgrims
He'll cross the paths;
And be able to dance
Under the night and in a clearing,
Enjoying a serenade from the pilgrims,
Singing and singing,
As they sang to him,
Since he was born,
The good people,
Who always carry,
Dew in their hearts.

III
At dawn, the drums are beating,
At the break of day,
Long live the hope,
People running back and forth
A new day is born,
Of joy and brotherhood.
There's a ringing sound
Of carts, horses, and wagons,
And white carriages
And pilgrims on foot.
And in the sky, there will be
Thousands of fireworks
That will wake up
The little shepherd, who opens his eyes,
Filled with happiness.

IV
The virgin's child wakes up
And goes with his flock.
He carries in his bag
A little flute that was gifted
By an old man from Almonte
Who made it with love,
And he knows how to play
A little tune that was taught to him
By Curro the drummer of God.
And as the sun sets,
He returns home
To a white dove cote
Where the queen of the marshlands
Dew has her altar.